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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:38 pm
Destiny City was an interesting town, and no matter which direction he went in, Newgrange always found something different. Last night it was a youma that vomited acid. Which, you know, would have been more fun if he'd known that before it vomited on him.
Tonight, it seemed like he was destined for a better evening—which was good, because he'd already had to wrap his hand again since he'd left the house to make sure that the bandages were clean. Ideally, he would have loved to run into a senshi or some knight with healing powers, but he was only half out to look for help. The rest of him was looking for the adrenaline rush he'd gotten when he'd taken care of that youma, and the satisfaction of knowing that it wasn't going to hurt someone.
…And also his house currently smelled like smoke, but that was the price he paid for living above the bakery.
And falling asleep with his pizza in the oven.
For four hours.
Which he was still incredibly embarrassed and guilty about, but nobody got hurt (thankfully) and sans the pizza, everything else had made it out unscathed.
…But he needed to get out of there and do something to feel good about himself, because right now he just felt incredibly stupid.
Arias had screwed up, but Newgrange still had a chance to redeem himself before the end of the night. Hopefully.
So, he'd powered up and was meandering about, trying to make the best of things. He sensed a few energy signatures but wasn't sure if he was socially prepared to talk to anyone, be they strangers or friends. Still, lost in his thoughts, it wasn't until he was almost entirely right on an energy signature that he looked up and realized he'd been walking straight towards it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 6:48 pm
Whisler was really learning it was just a good idea to stay the hell away from people with chaotic auras, and he now had the mark to really drive the message home. His black eye was still splendid and…well. Black. Tonight however, it seemed as though the chaotic auras were far, far away, and though Whisler felt someone approaching, he knew that it wasn’t going to be anyone bad. So there he sat, legs dangling off of a rooftop, waiting for the mystery person to finally come into view.
To be honest, he was more than hoping it was a girl, but hey. He was always hoping that.
When the person finally came close enough for Whisler to see, he grinned. It didn’t look like a senshi, so it had to be a knight, which was cool. He didn’t meet too many knights.
“Hey down there. How are you doing tonight? Do you have specific plans, or are you just out for a pleasure stroll?”
He was really excited to meet another knight. It had been far too long since he had spoken to one, and Camelot didn’t count.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 8:25 pm
Newgrange blinked, looking up at the male. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but it wasn't…him. "Oh," he said, and couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. "I think this is a pleasure stroll. I was just out and felt you, so I thought I'd drop by. Is that…"
He cocked his head, trying to identify the symbol on his uniform, and when he was done staring at it, he looked back up at the blonde's face. "…Are you a Polaris Knight?"
He could only think of Delphi, and while there were similarities, he would not dare to claim to be an expert in the field of identifying fellow Knights.
"—I mean," he hastily added, not wanting to be rude. "I'm Newgrange, it's nice to meet you. You know, I don't remember the last time I ran into someone who wasn't, ah…"
He faltered for words and then just shrugged. "—Female. I don't think I can stress how nice it is to see another guy. I was starting to feel a bit out of place."
Newgrange laughed for good measure, though he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on the male's outfit for a bit longer than necessary. He didn't mind working with women—all the senshi and knights he knew were incredibly skilled, and he wouldn't judge them based on gender.
It was just…
Really nice to see another guy. Especially one who looked as good as this one.
…Except, that was not a thought he was supposed to be having, and—as if exasperated—he reached a hand to his face and shook his head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:08 pm
Whisler grinned. “Well. A pleasure stroll indeed. And let me say, laying eyes on you is pretty pleasurable indeed.” The squire jumped off of the roof and landed with a small huff in front of Newgrange, holding out his hand. “I’m Whisler, and you’re right. I’m a squire of Polaris. It’s very nice to meet you.”
His eyes flicked over the other knight and he nodded. “And what are you a knight of? I mean…dude, you’re so green. I’m not saying I don’t like green, I’m just saying…you’re green…though I’m purple, so. Together we’re like Barney, am I right?” The squire shrugged. “Anyway. Pleasure stroll or not, I have a lot of extra pent up energy…if you’re not too busy…would you want to spar or something? You look like the type of guy I’d want to roll around the dirt with.”
He winked.
Honestly, this guy looked like the type that he wanted to tease. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like it was just the right thing to do.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:17 pm
For a long moment, Newgrange stared at Whisler as if he had no idea how to respond.
Mostly because, he had no idea how to respond.
"—Earth," he suddenly blurted. "I am Newgrange, of Earth. I would spar with you. We can spar, yes. Go ahead."
He stood, somewhat akin to a deer in headlights, too absolutely stunned by Whisler's words to be very responsive. The squire had put the idea of rolling around in the dirt and now it was all he could think of, and Whisler was really, really good looking, and…
…And what the hell was he saying?
All the guy said he wanted to do was spar, and he was probably just teasing about that other part. He was probably so used to dealing with girls all the time that he forgot how to talk to a guy—right?
…Yeah, that made the most sense.
And yet, no matter how he tried to convince himself of anything, Newgrange's ears were burning and his face was red, and he hoped they could start sparring quickly so he could blame it on exercise and not…
Those things going on in his head right now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:29 pm
Whisler couldn’t help it. Flirting came so naturally. When he saw someone who he found attractive. He wanted to flirt. And so he did. It didn’t matter, honestly. The things he said…were going to slip out of his mouth one way or another, so there. Anyway. Now this gave him a great excuse to beat up someone who was no real threat, even if that someone was on his team, and when he beat him up, he could be all nice and take him out for coffee and cookies later and maybe even kiss away the boo-boos.
The squire grinned and didn’t even bother holding back. The blush on the other knights face just made him want to get the punching out of the way so the date and the kissing could begin.
So there went a punch, right for his tan little leatherish gut. En Garde, Mr. Newgrange. En Garde indeed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:34 pm
The attack was not quite what Newgrange expected, in that, he wasn't at all expecting it. Usually there was a little more chatting, some outlining procedures, comfort zones, talking about weaknesses…
But this guy wasn't just talk.
Newgrange was still recovering from the flirting when there was a fist in his gut and the breath knocked straight from him. He stumbled backwards, barely managing to keep his footing. Trying to right himself wasn't too hard, but he was more surprised and embarrassed than anything.
Whisler wasn't screwing around, so he shouldn't be either.
Except, fighting still wasn't Newgrange's expertise, so after promptly righting himself, he attempted to throw a punch into Whisler's gut to repay him—only, Newgrange didn't quite have the ability to forgo pulling his punches. Whisler was still an ally and he didn't want to hurt him, and that nagging thought about actually hurting an ally severely hindered his ability to take sparring seriously.
Also his gut was really, really hurting and he felt like a huge baby for wanting to go home and curl up from just that.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 7:56 pm
Whisler saw the punch coming and struggled for a way out, though saw the page’s footing. He gave a little grin and took the punch like a man, all the while swinging his leg out to kick out the page’s legs from under him.
He seriously just wanted to roll in the dirt. It sounded so fun and…and he wanted to see just how much he could get away with from this guy, because…honestly, he seemed like a total pushover and Whisler was pretty sure that if a Nega got to talking to him for too long, he would be dead in no time. So…it was clearly up to him to prevent that from happening.
“You have to keep your eyes open, Greenie. Everyone knows that. Don’t make rookie mistakes or they could seriously cost you your life. Or worse, your freedom.” Because…corruption was worse than death. Though why he thought that, he wasn’t entirely sure. But in his heart, he knew it to be true.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 11:52 am
Newgrange took no joy in either hitting the Squire—or the return blow he received. He might have cursed, but now he was doubly winded and the Squire seemed like he was gloating about it. Newgrange could have been rational—argued that this guy had obviously been powered for longer, that he was a squire and had a boost, that he obviously had some sort of experience fighting—but he wasn't making excuses.
He was trying to get better, but right now he wasn't sure if he was learning anything or just getting his a** handed to him.
On his back, he muttered, "Got it," and then drew his leg back, aiming to kick Whisler in the gut. It was an odd angle, and not one he even thought he would manage, but he was too winded to get up right now and he was afraid that if he'd tried he might wind up doing more damage to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was get up too quickly just to pass out in front of this guy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 3:19 pm
Whisler watched the page fall and shook his head, laughing. “Well, if that’s the best you can do…” He took a careful step back when the foot came swishing towards his stomach. The squire shook his head. “Oh, like that’s going to do you any good right now. Come on, Newgrange. If that’s really the best you can do…”
He moved closer and squatted next to the other male on the ground, finally extending a hand. “If that’s the best you got, then you’re really s**t out of luck.” The blonde snickered once more, seeming terribly amused. Honestly, he knew he was being a complete jerk…but hey. Better in a friendly fight rather than against someone who really wanted to hurt him…it was a thing to show where his weaknesses were…and clearly…Newgrange just was a terrible fighter, no big deal.
“I would really consider getting a skill or something. Take some kickboxing classes or something. Anything…but you need help, seriously. And better I tell you now rather than you get a sword in your guy from some bad to the bone Nega.” It seemed a pretty sound piece of advice form where he was standing...now however...
"Wanna go get some coffee and maybe some cake or something? I'm done sparring. We'll do this again when you've gotten stronger, okay?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:50 pm
Newgrange was certain he was going to be as bruised as his ego and all he could manage was a gruff grunt in response to Whisler's words. His enthusiasm was significantly drained and he wasn't sure he really wanted to spend more time with a guy who just thoroughly crushed whatever fighting spirit he'd thought he had.
Newgrange knew he wasn't a good fighter, and ought to have been more grateful to have someone to spar with, but he felt like he hadn't learned much beyond that he was weak and was lucky he didn't have some Negaverse Agent beating the s**t out of him.
Because apparently it was incredibly easy.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he accepted Whisler's hand; he wasn't necessarily a sore loser, but he was going to be incredibly sore.
"I'll consider getting a skill," he said, reaching up to take the hand Whisler had offered. .He pulled himself to his feet with a bit of hesitation and began to brush himself off; he couldn't quite handle even looking the Squire in the eyes. "You've got a strong punch. I'm not sure my stomach's in any state to handle coffee or cake, sorry. I might have to rain check with you on that one, if you don't mind."
He was disappointed in himself, and even if he tried to hide it there was probably a good bit of it that was evident in the way he carried himself. It wasn't easy to be reminded you were at the bottom of the food chain, but Whisler had succeeded in giving Newgrange a reason to want to get better aside from just wanting to stay alive--he wanted to prove that he wasn't absolutely useless.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 3:26 pm
Whisler nodded and pulled the other male up, pausing for half a second, before plopping a nice kiss right smack dab on his lips. “I’m sorry you don’t want to hang out, I was kind of hoping I could kiss all of your boo-boos and make them better, but…if you wanted to hang out sometime…”
He gracefully powered down, and there stood suave, wonderful Nick, who reached in a pocket and pulled out a small folded card with his phone number on it.
Because really, why on earth wouldn’t he have his number readily available? Girls always wanted it. And even if they didn’t. Well. He loved slipping it in their pockets anyway. Sometimes. When he thought he could get away with it. “Call me sometime, Newgrange. I seriously want to hang with you sometime.”
He grinned, tossing his long blonde hair over his shoulder. “I think it would be…quite the enjoyable experience.” With a wink, and a small, kind of dorky bow, Nick made his way into the night.
The black eye didn’t seem quite so bad now…and he knew he had given Newgrange some good bruises too…well. Karma was paid. It was the other guys’ turn to beat someone up. He did his civic duty…even if it was on someone of the wrong side.
Yolo.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 3:57 pm
Newgrange looked absolutely stunned for a long moment; he'd thought he'd had his breath stolen with the punches. But the kiss? He hadn't had a single idea on how he was supposed to react to that.
The male had been every bit as handsome as a civilian as he had been powered, but Newgrange couldn't even think of anything. It was like the last, fleeting thoughts before sleep claimed you, when things made no sense but made perfect sense.
A sensation of excitement and dread simultaneously flooded the Earth Page, and he reached up to touch his lips tenderly. They felt different, but the same, and his heart was fluttering and—oh, there was the churning stomach. His hand dropped from his lips to gingerly brush against the skin Whisler had just pulverized.
…He needed to get home as quickly as possible because he wasn't sure if anything he'd eaten was going to stay down. Now with all those butterflies.
For half a moment, Newgrange considered throwing away the paper Whisler had given him, but he pocketed it.
…He might need it, one day. At the very least, to show off that he wasn't useless.
…And to demand an explanation for tonight. Or something.
He knew he was only making excuses to see Whisler again.
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